The following is the long awaited and oft promised continuing story that as of this publication is still ongoing. I met Dana like any other RP partner on Reddit, but we’ve found we have such an overlap of kinks that we make natural RP partners. Little did I know then that I’d still be writing out chapters to this epic tale of magically enhanced eroticism months later.
The set up is inspired by the old Master PC stories, and hopefully does them justice. Unfortunately early on I had failed to archive the story, but I think I’ve managed to get a decent rewrite in to cover the plot holes.
So without further ado, Part One of How I Became a Harem
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For your consideration, my rewrite of the beginning as best I can remember and including some content I simply invented or embellished up where I couldn’t recall.
My name is Tydus Thomason Melroy I am a wizard of some skill and much practice. I am making an account of how things began to the best of my recollection as there is no record of these events to draw from. I was born on the earth plane like most humans, and was somewhat conventionally attractive. My features dark and contrasting to my overall paleness but symmetrical. I wasn’t particularly tall nor short nor overly thin nor particularly hefty, and I certainly wasn’t brimming with musculature either. I wore eyeglasses and lazy fashion of geeky t-shirts and jeans, what have you, and had recently grown my hair long enough to tie it back in a small pony tail at the nape of my neck Dana and I had been roommates for a few months, having gotten an apartment together after having been friends for a few years when we ended up going to the same college. I was studying to get my PHD in Mystic Arts and Spellcrafting having been gifted quite the natural talent for Magick when the veil lifted some years ago. Dana on the other hand was, as were all elves not born here in the last several years, was from Tír-na-nÓg. She was beautiful, of course, as all elves were, but she was especially attractive because she was a futa elf. Denizens of Tír-na-nÓg have different societal expectations than most cultures of the earth realm, especially North America. Thus her appearance while it would have been quite striking before the lifting of the veil, these days, while not commonplace, it wasn’t unheard of either. She was, in a word, hypersexualized. Her curves were drastic well beyond any human woman who hadn’t undergone cosmetic surgery, her hair was lavender, her ears of course pointed, and lest we forget her massive cock. She didn’t wear much around the flat, nor did she ever seem to give a damn about local decency laws when venturing outside, though I could sometimes tell she was wearing a glamour to avoid distracting folk operating heavy machinery and such.
One day I got up with a stretch and after a few charging rituals went out into the common area. Next to the living room is what would probably be a dining room, but we’d converted it into an office of sorts, and Dana was sitting at her computer looking over a strange new program that had somehow just appeared on her desktop. I didn’t at all recognize the UI but, the program name of Master PC rang a bell of familiarity, and the window in the middle of the screen featured a figure most familiar, vis-á-vis me.
“Morning Dana, what have you got here? Excellent rendering and surprising attention to detail.” She looked up as I walked in, “I’m not really sure, Ty. It was just on my desktop when I turned on my computer, but I certainly didn’t download it, in fact I have no idea where it came from.” I took a closer look the panel next to my floating image featured a comprehensive array of sliders and check boxes covering every single aspect of my physical appearance and overall personality, this sparked some semblance of a memory in me and with a quick incantation I opened my personal pocket dimension and pulled out my digital grimoire, a tablet that I had connected to an even larger library of Magickal texts than I kept on actual bookshelves, and skimmed through the reference program.
“Do you think it’s a hoax or a prank? What do these options even effect?” Dana asked as she altered a few settings for my character, specifically under personality, she slid the masculine/feminine slider all the way to the fem side and clicked apply. Nothing changed as far as I could tell, but I moved from my rather stiff reading position to a more relaxed one, putting all my weight on on leg and sticking my hip out a bit. “Well, hon, I think I remember reading something about this years ago… ah here it is. Master PC, a semi-sentient code golem originally created in 1998 by the technomage JR Parz. Apparently it got loose on the internet and has been known to show up randomly.” I point at her computer with a slight flop to my wrist, “So what you have here is a program that Magickally alters reality to fit it’s save state. It says here that it’s highly volatile and that in some cases extended use has been known to lead to megalomania. Perhaps we shouldn’t mess with it.”
Dana watched my subtle shift in demeanor with mindful fascination and adjusted the agreeability slider next, “Oh, come on, Ty. You’re no fun. Let’s at least try it out some, we can always change it back.”
I chuckle, normally I’d be very wary of strange Magicks, but in this case I felt like Dana was right and I made an exception, “Ok, but only a little. And we have to be careful, there are a handful of ways to get stuck.”
Dana clapped her hands excitedly and went to work on the controls, “What kind of things will get you stuck?” She asked toying with my height slider dropping my 178 cm stature by over 50. The icon of me changed to match but I would remained unchanged until the “apply” or “save” buttons were clicked. I snickered at my squatness on the screen, “Oh, wow, it’s like a fun-house mirror. But, yeah, things like getting pregnant, deleting the program, or otherwise uncoupling yourself from the effects via a counter Magick or something like that.
As she adjusted more sliders and drop down menu options making my visage more overall small rather than just short, she laughed, “Well, I’ll be careful not to get you pregnant.” She kept clicking and clicking re-sculpting my body to something neotenous, androgynous but leaning rather feminine (especially in the face), and rather… concupiscent.
I look over her shoulder examining her work, “Cute! But is this what you’d turn me into? A trap?” She had saved one aspect of my former thickness in my hips thighs and ass, in fact instead of decreasing the stats she buffed them quite substantially, “First of all, Ty, ‘trap’ is a slur that is harmful to trans women, so let’s go with ‘femboi’ instead. Second, yes, I absolutely do.”
I shrug, “Sorry I hadn’t realized. I thought it just described, well, this precise aesthetic. Anyway, if this is what you want, I guess I’ll try it. Afterwards, you have to let me transform you though.”
Dana grinned entering the last few changes, “Sure, but for now, it’s your turn to transform.” and with that she clicked apply.
For an instant when it began, I was shot through with the briefest of very intense pains followed by an overall numbness. My whole body felt like a sore muscle getting a deep tissue massage, painful but in that way that even the least masochistic person on earth likes despite the pain. As I watched awestruck at the world slowly growing around me, I felt my joints pop and my bones creak and my muscles and ligaments tighten as all of me was compressed. Well, almost all of me. My ass jiggled as it plumped, my hips widened and swelled, and my thighs thickened. The feeling of inflation was incredible, an arousing tingle that felt like being filled with carbonation and pleasure. I squeezed my burgeoning bottom and let out a gasp at both how good it felt to have my fattening ass squeezed and at how deeply my fingers dug into the pillowing flesh. I was caught by how the pitch and timber of my voice had already changed, I sounded like a teenager at best. “Dana, this feels amazing! You have to try it.” She cocked an eyebrow curious, “That might just be due to my making your body 10x more sensitive to pleasurable sensations and turned your whole ass into an erogenous zone, but seeing as how much you’re enjoying it, I think I will have to try it myself. But in due time.”
I flushed with heat as the real pleasurable sensations began, everything felt good; really good, mind-blowingly good. The fabric of my shirt and my rapidly tightening pants, the carpet under my feet, even the air currents in the room, even where it touched myself and where my little pony tail brushed the nape of my neck. It felt astounding, and it was making me horny. The tightening of my pants was becoming a problem though, as the seems began to creak and the zipper strained to keep it’s teeth together and the button held on for dear life. Something had to give, and I doubted it would be my ass. Just as soon as I was sure neither I nor my pants could take anymore they gave way with a loud pop and rip. The shredded remains of my jeans falling to the ground leaving my quickly filling up boxer shorts and little else to cover my bits. I was more amazed than ashamed, and it wasn’t as if we hadn’t seen each other in our underwear before. Still I gasped in shock.
As the last few waves of sensation slowly roll through me the changes come to an end. Dana stood up from her desk and I realized the full extent of my lost height as she now towered over me, “Aww, you’re even cuter in real life than you were in simulation.” She puts a hand on my shoulder and I shiver at the power of her soft touch. “How do you feel?” she asks. I think about it; really REALLY good, horny, slight vertigo, really horny, something resembling a pleasant tipsy drunk or high, horny, lightheaded perhaps flushed, and it bears repeating astoundingly horny. I nod slowly and realize that I’ve been staring back and forth between Dana’s enormous, visibly aroused, cock, and her enormous rack. I gulp and look her in the eye, she’s all grin. Her face seems more beautiful than I’d ever recalled it before. For the first time in my life I wanted sex, explicitly, with a specific person. She had turned my sexuality from practically non existent to the most important thing in my life. “Wow” I whispered softly.
A burst of mirthful giggles poured forth from Dana’s beautiful lips “That good, huh?” and I knew at once that I would die happy if I could kiss them. Was this what romantic interest felt like. I’d read about it, but this was something else. It made my heart skip a beat, it took my breath away. I was in love. I was in lust. I wanted Dana more than anything else in the world.
I looked her in the eyes then looked away blushing. I cannot tell her how I feel! She’d most certainly not feel the same way toward me. And even if she felt something similar, elven family structures were less conventional and far more fluid than human ones, I’d not be special to her if she loved me. But still, I was sure as I’d ever been of anything, I loved her.
“Aww, you’re adorable.” And she leaned in and kissed my cheek. I practically melted. “All that from a peck on the cheek? How about a real kiss then?” She pulled me in close and pressed her lips to mine. I saw stars, a field of white, golden sunshine lit up my heart and soul and mind and body, all there was was a kiss, all there was was Dana’s warm body wrapped around mine, all there was was the happiest moment of my life. I kissed her back as well as I could, but I was rendered breathless and so smitten that I was mostly kissed rather than kissing. After what felt like an endless moment and yet all too quickly passed she pulled away and smiled at me. I must have been glowing because she saw at least a portion of how I felt in my eyes and face, “Yeah, you really did enjoy that. Didn’t you?”
I absentmindedly nod as she sat me down on the floor and sat across from me, “Can we try more?” I dreamily asked. “Oh absolutely!” Dana giggled gleefully as she pulled me onto her lap. Our cocks pressed up against one another and while hers had always been bigger than mine it was staggering to see by just how much now. “I’ll play with yours if you play with mine.” I noded my head quickly and without thinking took her fist sized cock head into my mouth and stroked the shaft with both my hands. She wraped her fingers around my little cocklett and hooked her thumb back round her own massive member and began slowly stroking both of us with one hand. Her other hand fondled and toyed with her tits, making quite the show of it. I slurped and gagged bobbing my head up and down taking more and more of her cock down my throat. “Goddamn! You give great head!” She moaned her orgasm drawing nearer. I picked up the pace feeling my own building.
I’d had orgasms before, I masturbated from time to time, usually with a clear mind and mindful presence toward the sensations of my body, occasional while I was puzzling out some ancient arcane formula that had given me enough trouble, very rarely with pornography. It was a release of tension, a kick of endorphin and serotonin, and not the worst way to kill fifteen minutes. This orgasm was nothing like that. It built up inside of me as well as in the tip of my wee dick, like radiating centers of pleasure that ran through my whole body. Pleasant lightning blasted through my nerve endings and led my horny body to arouse my mind which in turn caused my mind to arouse my body further. The feedback loop gaining more and more synchronicity with itself until it peeked and I lost myself to a sea of bliss. I was awash with ecstasy my soul was a collection of pleasant tingles. Eventually reality faded back in and I felt my orgasm squirt onto both of us as her orgasm rushed like a torrent past my mouth, down my throat, and into my belly. She came far far more than I did still coming as I floated in post orgasmic bliss, feeling her cum fill my stomach full. What was additionally different about this orgasm than any that had come before it was that there was no release of aroused tension, if anything, I was hornier than I had been before cumming. She stood up and pumped her cock deeper and deeper into my throat, still cumming until I could taste my own jizz near the base of her shaft. As my vision was beginning to tunnel do to lack of air she thankfully pulled out still spraying all the while, filing my throat them my mouth, then blasting me in the face and knocking my glasses off, before the ceaseless flow of semen dribbled to a stop. I swallowed what I could after savoring the sweetness of elf cum, and wiped it out of my eyes looking up at her, “All the gods, that was amazing! But how am I still horny? I need more, Dana!”
She laughed at my whining and stroked her cock slowly keeping it turgid. “That’s because I gave you the libido and refractory period of a Futa elf. You can fuck just as much as I can now, and you’ll love it just the same too.”
I shakily stood and hugged her, “Oh thank you, Dana! This is better than I could have ever expected.”
She leered at me hungrily, “Well if you really want to thank me, strip down, turn around and bend over at the waist to touch the floor.”
I did so without question and with my face down and ass up, I looked over my shoulder as she lined her somewhat overwhelmingly massive elven member with my virgin asshole, “I’ve never… you’ll be gentle won’t you?”
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(Here begins the record of the actual roleplay)
Dana: “Of, course, my boy-slut.” I giggle, spanking you before I grip your ass and ram my cock hard inside your hole, gasping as the tightness wraps around me. “ Fuck, your ass is amazing!”
Anya: “Fuck me! Your cock is amazing!” I reply marveling at it’s girth. It pistons into and out of me with ease thanks to a slick mixture of our cum and my spit. I moan with wanton abandon as you rub against my p-spot shaking with an even stronger orgasm than before as my dicklett dribbles pathetically. “All the gods! Don’t stop, Dana, please don’t stop!”
Dana: “I won’t” I moan out, brutally pounding your sissy ass as I spank you repeatedly, before holding you up so you don’t slip off my cock before I cum, just in case you collapse or pass out from the sheer pleasure you were obviously experiencing.
Anya: I buck my hips back with every thrust you make deepening the penetration as much as possible. Every few thrusts I cum again, my clitty twitching uselessly as it’s all but dry, and my knees wobble and begin to buckle. Your grip on my hips holds me up though, and I thank the stars that elves are stronger than they appear. I loose myself to the continual pleasure and unconsciously chant, “Oh gods, oh gods; Dana, oh gods…” over and over.
Dana: After a few more thrusts, I cum hard inside you, filling your ass to the brim and then some, the sheer volume bloating your belly out a bit. “Fuuck! I love you, Ty!”
Anya: I collapse to the ground and lie there babbling in blissed out subspace. I sigh happily as cum slowly but consistently leaks out of my ass, drearily I reply “Awww, love you to, Dana. Merlin’s beard, but you’re a good fuck. Why didn’t we ever do this before?” I think for a moment before, “Oh right, I didn’t care about sex. Weird.”
Dana: “Now, let’s see here…” I giggle, rubbing your ass before sitting back down in the chair, looking over all the options. “Hmm…” I wonder aloud. “Ty, wanna try being a girl? I’d love to have another hole to fuck.”
Anya: I sit up trying not to leak everywhere. I had never put much thought to the question before, but with my personality all the way female I answer at once, “Of course! But…well, make me a hot one.” I glance at my glasses, “hey while you’re in there, under the bonnet, so to speak, you think you could fix my eyesight?”
“Oh, and turn off pregnancy” I add, “I don’t wanna get stuck”
Dana: “Gotcha.” I grin, changing the sex option from male to female, which opens a new menu for all of those related options. I decide to to go for a shaven pussy, plump ass, perfect eyesight, DD cup breasts, wide hips, and long hair. I then take advantage of your lack of checking what I’m doing, adding cat girl features, lactation, and reduced intelligence and inhibition. I didn’t cut off the pregnancy, but if your intelligence was reduced anyways, you’d probably forget you were ever a boy. I then hit “save changes” and “apply”, excited to see you transform.
Anya: This time I make an effort to observe the changes in detail as they occur. My genitals are the first to go and their shifting brings about my first female orgasm, I would never have believed it possible but this was orders of magnitude greater than the orgasms I was capable of before. I cry out and my voice changes from husky androgyny to dulcet femininity. All the sparse remaining hair on my body vanishes and my ass gets somehow larger. My scalp tingles as my hair cascades down my back piling on the floor as I sit, also it shifts from it’s natural chestnut to a vibrant platinum blonde. I fail to notice the pointed fuzzy tiger striped ears that sprout from my head, or the matching tail that snakes it’s way from the base of my spine, to enrapture am I by the most magnificent change. My pecs had already softened, and now they were rapidly gaining mass. Tits seemed to almost boil forth, jiggling and shaking and expanding mesmerizingly, my nipples perked up and fattened, and began to dribble. I nearly cum again as I reach up and grab them, the soft flesh yielding pleasantly to my touch. “Teehee this, is the bestest.” I giggle and see the glimmer of mischief in your eyes as my formerly staggering IQ strats to plummet. With the very last of my cleverness I realize what you’ve done, “Stars and Stones! Dana, you will not rob me of my Magick!” I bolt up and over to the computer and select a drop-down under the intelligence slider, then click “exceptions > magick > apply > save” before blowing you a raspberry, “Nya! You’re such a meanie, Dana. I didn’t wanna be a dumb dumb.” Just then my inhibitions vanish, and combined with my amplified lust, I can’t even remotely control myself at the sight of your cock. I also barely register that I’m now only as tall standing as you are sitting, and straddle your lap popping my cherry right then and there.
Dana: I gasp as you ride me, moaning as I can see the screen even though you’re in my lap. I moan as your new virgin pussy wraps so tightly around my cock, using one hand to navigate the menus and the other to squeeze your ass. “Mmm, fuck, we need to give you a new name, too.” I smile, kissing your forehead as my cock throbs deeply inside you.
Anya: Through my ecstatic moaning I manage to say, “Dad’s mom was named Anna, and Mom’s mom was The High Dianic Witch Zaraya. How ’bout Anya?” I moan and grip your cock with my freshly deflowered snatch. As I cum, I fondle my tits and they spray out milk soaking your face and clothes. I regard them, enormous for my tiny frame, but still small compared to yours. I heft them at you, “bigger?”
Dana: “Of course, my little Anya.” I giggle as you soak me, moving the breast slider out even more. Before I get to click save, however, I have the most powerful orgasm yet, spasming a bit as my cock shoots its hot love inside you, impregnating your fresh womb. I did increase the breast slider, yes, but looking closer I wound up finding a lip slider, which I decided to make even more plump,as well as some sexy red lipstick. With these changes, I click save and apply yet again.
Anya: As your cum spurts into my womb it’s more than I can take and we cum together. Technically an act of sex Magick our auras intertwine and our astral selves copulate as well all the way back to source, bonding our spirits together permanently. As my tits double then triple in size they actually do rival yours, and as my lips plump and redden so to do yours, a mark of our shared magickal moment. As we both come back down I rock on your lap with you still inside me, sending little waves of pleasure through the both of us. I swivel around and take my first look at what you’ve done. Only then do I realize I’ve been made a catgirl, but when I see the actual intelligence slider, I burst out laughing, “Hahaha! Holy crow! I thought you’d, like, dropped me into the basement, but I’m somewhere between just below average and Paris Hilton. Wow! I can’t believe this is how stupid normal people are!Hahaha! How do they even get by?”
Dana: “Oh, yeah.” I grin, before bringing you down to bimbo levels, wrapping my arm around you so you can’t stop me. “Thanks for the reminder, this was just a test drive for your female body, I’m gonna make you my perfect slut now.” I ramp up your libido and sensitivity, make your ass even bigger, and increase your lactation as well. I save all these changes with a giggle as I put you off of me.
Anya: I squirm and giggle in more mock protest than anything, “Ooooohhhhh nnnnnooooo! Heeheehee!” What little cognitive faculty I now still possess is halved and halved again – save for my Magickal knowledge, for all the good it’ll do as I can scarcely remember I even possess it – and is almost entirely redirected to sexual fantasy. I moan and writhe with your prick stuffed in my even more sensitive pussy. My ass bloats now easily at least 50% of my total body-weight. Finally my tits swell to overburdened with sweet milk, it drips constantly and the slightest touch to either of them causes an impressive spray of laiche. I sway blissfully, too dumb to do much else, my mind either a complete blank or an occasional flash of erotic imagery.
Dana: “Hmm… perhaps that’s a bit… TOO much.” I laugh, laying you down as I raise your intelligence just a bit, so that you’re not a lump of living sex. “After all, I want you to be able to beg for cock and worship it. Speaking of…” I find a kink drop-down menu, and mark worship, as well as milk and cum. I then find that archive you made, and delete it, just to make sure nothing gets in the way of our fun.
Anya: I giggle and play with my tits popping a nipple into my mouth and sucking down fresh hot gulps. “Heehee, so hot.” I look up at you like I’m trying to solve a puzzle then I go blank zoned out staring at nothing a thousand yard away then giggle and grin as if something finally clicked over, “Your turn!” I hop up and push your chair leaving you spinning momentarily as I dive onto the controls and load in your profile. With a few swift clicks and keystrokes you find that you’re temporarily paralyzed from the neck down. “How?” You ask, “Can you even read?” I keep clicking away and reply, “nuh uh” with a giggle. “Then how?” You press. I look at you and grin a mischievous grin, “Cause I still ‘member Magick, duh!” And I giggle somewhat manically clicking buttons and maxing out sliders. Breasts: number: six, size: max, width: max,milk capacity: max, milk production: max, nipples per breast: four, nipple size: max, nipple length: max, ass: size: max, width: max, jiggle: max, internal sensitivity: max, Genitals: full package futa, sensitivity: max, cocks number: six, length: max, girth: max, balls number: twelve, size: max, semen capacity: max, semen production: max, vagina: wetness: max, capacity: max, arousal: max, internal features: cilia. Intelligence: max. Magick: max. Libido: max, warning not recommended for futa elves proceed y/n: yes. Ears; erogenous sensitivity: max, inhibition: minimum. Tongue length: max: fully retractable: yes: prehensile: yes. Fetishes: catgirl, short stacks, bimbos, breast worship, ass worship, pussy worship, bukake, cunnilingus, analingus, milking, bdsm, D/s, petplay, dominance, grooming. And with a few dozen more adjustments, I’m done. I click save and apply. Then much to your dismay after you regain mobility, but before you can do anything about it, I close the program and delete it form the desktop. Then I turn to you giggling gleefully, and bouncing and clapping, observing my work in action.
(In retrospect while editing, I realize, I might have gotten a little carried away.)
Dana: (Alright lemme just process that for a bit while I head to work lol)
Anya: (Alright, are you logging off then?)
Dana: (No, I play while at work, I just need a break for a bit to process that. Like come on, six cocks? At least you gave me magic, I guess, lmao)
Anya: (Well, maybe I went a little overboard, sorry. You can retcon it if it’s really too much. But you did initially say multicock right? I’m not making that up am I?)
(Also, not to be that role player, but it’s kinda what my character would do)
Dana: (Yes. But not 6, fam, lmao. I’ll tell you what to edit on that later)
Anya: (Heh, fair enough, also all the most of the fetishes are basically: I’m the living embodiment of your wildest dreams. That was the idea anyway. Again, sorry, I got carried away)
Dana: (I mean, it’s fine, just wish you discussed forcing changes on me first)
Anya: (Sorry. Tell ya what, let’s omit the very last bit, the program is still there, so you can change anything you like)
Dana: (That’s better.)
Anya: (Honestly that was meant to be more a shooting myself in the foot kinda thing more than it was meant to trap you. In hindsight I recognize it was kinda really shitty)
Dana: I groan, my rapidly changing body making it difficult to edit the settings. I see what you wanted, though, so I oblige, just toning it down. I keep the fetishes, seeing as that wasn’t much of a change. I reduce the libido, remove that sensitivity to my ears. Breast number to 4, keep the milk settings, double nipples and long but not absurd, give me some inhibition just for sanity’s sake, 3 cocks with 4 balls, keeping everything nice big and juicy though, and finally reducing sensitivity everywhere so I’m not a constant pile of orgasm.
Anya: I stare at you mesmerized by what you’ve become. I give the look of a cat about to pounce, and wiggle before leaping onto your lap with a “Nya!” careful not to land on anything that you wouldn’t want a tiny, hyper curvy, bimbo, catgirl to land on. I nuzzle you, chinning then licking, then “makin’ biscuits”, then back to nuzzling and licking.
Dana: I giggle, squeezing your ass as my tits jiggle from your leap, squirting milk all over you. “Mmm, Anya, you’re so cute like this.” I grin, petting you as you show your affection.
Anya: I grin and giggle, “heeheehee, Anya IS cute. You cute too, Dana.” I breath in the scent of you and the sweetness of our milk fills my nostrils, “heehee, you a sexy mama, Dana. Nya!” I bury my face in your upper tits and rub mine against your lower ones. My tail swishes back and forth tickling your three massive cocks.
Dana: I moan as you pleasure it all at once, grabbing your ass as our breasts cover us in each others’ milk. “Thank you, honey. Why don’t you show me just how much you want me?” I giggle, kissing the top of your head.
Anya: I purr and lift my ass up as high as I can. I line up one of your dicks with my asshole, one in my pussy, and take the last one between my tits and into my mouth; as I slide down, I moan.
Dana: I gasp as the pleasure hits me all at once, and I roll my head back in pure bliss as I fuck all three of your holes at once, each cock throbbing powerfully inside you.
Anya: I slide further down impaling myself as your cocks fill me completely. I moan as my orgasm mounts, I’ve nearly reached the bottom.
Dana: I groan, pulling you down the rest of the way before my explosive orgasm happens, and I cum hard inside you
Anya: I moan and yowl as my insides are flooded. My stomach bulges distending to take it all in and milk sprays in fountains from my tits
Dana: My own multiple tits also squirt milk, showering you as you shower me. I calm down from the orgasm, panting heavily. “Mmmmh, fuck, Anya… that was incredible.”
Anya: I lick up milk compulsively, wiggling and swaying blissfully. “Heehee, yeah it was. Nya.” I rub my distended belly, “Love love love your cummies in my tummy. Nya. Anya’s totes preggers now fershure. Heeheehee, Dana gave Anya a big fat pregger belly. Love you Dana.” I lean onto you cuddling and purring.
Dana: I giggle, petting you before I pick you up almost like a child. “And it’s the most cute belly I’ve ever seen.” I lay down on my bed, trying to think of what to do now. “Would you like to worship your new mistress, my pet?”
Anya: I sink into your arms, loving the warmth of your embrace. I look at you a helpless and dependent creature, far too stupid to care for herself anymore. I’m enamored with you, you are my world and my goddess, and if I had the capacity to convey this I would, but the closest I can get is “Nyanayn, Anya wrshp Dana, nya. Love love love. Heehee sexy love. Nya” and I purr as I press my face into you.
Dana: I smile, petting you even more before I get an idea. “Wait right here, Anya.” I lay you down on the be, before going back to the computer. Looking through our options, I find the options I was looking through our options, I find the options I was looking for. “Waste production”, ”milk nutrition to max on both of us. Now we would have no worries about stopping for any reason other than sleep.
Anya: When you return to your bedroom, you find me curled up with my own tit in my mouth sucking away. I’m also lazily masturbating. When I see you I perk up apparently having lost the concept of time and probably object permanence, “Nya! Dana! Heehee.” I bound over to you and wrap myself around your legs. I look up to you pleading, “Fuck s’more? Nya”
Dana: “Okay, okay.” I chuckle, picking you up and kissing you, sitting on the bed. “Where do you want to fuck this time, my pet?”
Anya: I look up at you sucking on my finger. “Where?” I don’t seem to understand your question. I nuzzle you purring.
Dana: I shake my head and smile, of course you wouldn’t understand. I press two of my cocks together, pushing them into your pussy and the third into your ass, moaning out as I lower you onto them.
Anya: I gasp as you penetrate me Stretching my pussy with your double dicking. I slide down the length of them as my eyes roll back a look of pure bliss on my face. I begin to purr loudly and vigorously rub my clit. It doesn’t take long for me to start cumming, and I shake and rock my body involuntarily as my twat spasms around your cocks, “Nyan! Nyan! Nyan!” I cry out in ecstasy
Dana: I moan as your orgasm increases the pleasure, but I hold off and keep bouncing you feel so good!” I groan, cocks throbbing and twitching inside you hard.
Anya: I keep cumming over and over again, sometimes orgasms overlapping, I mindlessly cry, “F-fuck! Anya feel g-good! Feel good!” I absentmindedly reach forward and grab your upper breasts massaging them and causing milk to fountain forth from them drenching myself . I lick it off my face and suddenly realize something. I latch my lips onto one of your nipples and drink from the source. Teasing with my tongue.
Dana: I moan out, the extra pleasure getting me to cum, shooting my gallons of thick sticky seed into your womb and ass. “Oh, fuck, Anya!”
(Still, holy shit honestly. I do feel like I’m not qualified to be playing with you. You’re way too good, I can tell you’re a professional smut author, haha.)
Anya: (Aww shucks, I’m flattered. But don’t feel bad, you’ve great creative ideas. Besides I really love doing this and you’re into it and willing to indulge me so we can both play out each other’s fantasies. It’s a win-win honestly.)
Your cum fills me from deep within my belly as it mixes with some of what had remained from before. I now, at least temporarily, had a belly to match my breasts and booty. I was as round as I was tall and would have trouble getting very far very fast. You set me down on the bed again marveling at my form. I’m still riding the waves of bliss from so many orgasms and so much good sex, twitching occasionally. I lie there blissfully looking into your eyes as, in short order, I purr myself to sleep.
Dana: I smile, your cute sleeping form was a sight to behold. I expected such an energetic little slut to be able to take a bit more, but your constant orgasming would have definitely done the trick. I kiss your absurdly bloated belly, before heading back to the computer, going into the program settings and clicking “show advanced options”. I giggle as I see it all, the ability to tweak and fine tune pretty much any setting. I look through your personality settings. I increase “volition” and “subservience” a bit, while also tweaking your intelligence. That would make you a bit smarter, able to hold a basic conversation, though still a cute slutty cat girl, though now you’d be able to ask to worship specific parts and all that. My desire was to make you a bit more of a living being, but one made specifically to worship me as a goddess and lover. Eating me out if you wanted, or kissing and sucking my rather large balls, I wanted just a bit more variety than constant railing your holes.
Anya: My catnap, as it turned out to be, lasted just long enough for you to apply all the changes to my Master PC profile. I awake feeling remarkably rejuvenated for having sleep less than half an hour. I stretch, then scratch my ear, then decide to walk about a bit. I walk out into the common area and see you without you seeing me. I’m somewhat overcome by the sight of you, what you’ve become, even what you were to begin with, your clearly a goddess who walks the earth. I surprise myself by actually being able to articulate this thought, or at least a close approximation, and think that perhaps the changes are wearing off. I decide to take this opportunity to actually inspect myself over in the mirror. I hop up onto the counter and look myself over in the mirror. I can scarcely remember what I was like before I was changed so drastically. I rub my fat belly first noting that it’s deflated by maybe half already, and it’s clear where all the mass went as my ass and tits have expanded yet again. They were large enough to be impossibly outlandish even on the bustiest of elves and on my minuscule frame dominated my person-hood. Luckily I had a cat’s grace along with the tail, ears, eyes and tendency to purr and meow. I take one last quick look over and head back out to the common area. Still with great stealth I sneak up to you without your notice and suck a nipple from one of your lower tits.
Dana: I smile, looking down at you. “There you are, Anya. How did you sleep?” I giggle, biting my lips as you nurse from my breast. I scratch behind your ears, and notice that the mass has gone to your assets. I find this to be a bit odd, and look through your profile even more, unsure of where it would be that your body could absorb semen and convert it to change your body outside of the program.
Anya: Your smile warms my soul and I smile gleefully back, “Nya-nya! I had a very good sleep. You still messin’ with the PC, nya?” I really lean into the ear scritches your giving me and purr in delight.
Dana: “Yeah, I was just making you a bit more perfect.” I explain, picking you up and sitting you on my lap, barely able to kiss you over your absurdly large tits. “Because I want to be able to actually have a conversation with my adorable kitten.”
Anay: I wiggle with delight to be on your lap. “Nyah, I did think I feel more smart now, Nyan-nya. Not smart like Ty, but more smart, nya.” My tail twitches tickling your thighs and wrapping partly around one of your cocks. “And, nya-nya, my belly ate some of the cummies. Nya-nyan.” I nod as if I’ve explained something you didn’t know. “Dana, you want me ta getcha anything? Hungry? Thirsty? Back rub? Blow job? Nya? I wanna make you the happiest ever.”
Dana: I bite my lip, your cute energetic self was so adorable, my heart felt overwhelmed with affection. “Hmm… how about you worship me a bit?” I wink at you. “Tits, cocks, balls, ass pussy, whatever you want to worship.”
Anya: I bounce excitedly and grin from ear to ear. “Nya-nyah!” I reply excitedly. I hop down and start with your feet. I massage them both expertly and lick them clean the work my way up your legs, massaging and tonging all the way. You spread your legs to give me easy access, but while I get titillatingly close to your crotch. I edge back from it and move on to your stomach. Similarly I massage and lick all four of your breasts without actually touching your nipples. The tantalizing nature of my actions is really driving you wild, I continue massaging your arms and shoulders and back. Finally I reach my fingers up to your scalp and run them through your hair, ultimately pleasing you in every way you hadn’t expected. Then I kiss your lips with a deep and fiery passion. When I break away I giggle, “Nyan, now that I’ve worshiped the rest of you, it was tits, cock, balls, ass, and pussy, in that order, right? Nya-nya.” And I get to work, clearly I wanted to worship the whole thing.
Dana: I kiss and lick my lips, giggling. “Whatever order you want, my adorable Anya.” I pet you, shivering as I am getting very horny now, but waiting until you get to the good bits.
Anya: I look at your four breasts then my two hands, then say, “Nyah-nya, wish I could… nya, wait, nya-nya I know something.” I hop down and spin 360 tracing a perfect circle into the carpet around me then begin chanting, “By the accords of the stars and the cardinal directions, I the wizard Anya beseech the Earth and Sky and Fire and Water, in the name of the Azure Dragon Quinglong in the east, in the name of the Vermilion Phoenix Zhu Que in the south, in the name of the White Tiger Bai Hu in the west, in the name of the Obsidian Tortoise Xuanwu in the north, grant unto me the Boon of the Lotus of Gerulian Arms.”
As I recite the spell, the circle glows with a golden light and sigils of pure magick circle around me as I complete the casting and raise my hands above my head then slowly lower them wide and slowly, leaving behind glowing magical after images of my arms and hands. With the last utterance, the circle disperses and a wave of leftover magick roll out gently in all directions for about a meter, I now effectively have eight arms. I then proceed to massage all your tits, cocks, balls and your ass at once as I greedily lap at your pussy.
Dana: I gasp, moaning out as you pleasure all parts of me at once, milk showering you as my cocks and pussy tremble in delight. “Oh, fuck! It’s too good!” I cry out in sheer delight as precum pours out of my cocks constantly, showing you I’m already near orgasm.
Anya: I please you quite expertly, but withdraw or slow or stop just enough to prolong the inevitable. The cumulative edges build and build layering one on top of the other, for almost ten whole minutes you’re certain you can take no more, but I consistently prove that wrong. Until ultimately I decide to bring all those orgasms crashing down on you at once. As your milk and cum spray with the force of a fire hose, I dance in a gleeful circle, giving myself a round of applause as the fluids rain down on me.
Dana: (Also, another thing, while you are a great writer, a bit less of controlling my character would be appreciated. It kinda takes me out of it, you know?)
I groan and moan as I calm down, seeing you, a cute little cat bimbo, absolutely soaked in thick semen and creamy milk. I smile, before slumping in the chair, quite exhausted.
Anya: (Sorry, where did I control your character?)
(I’ll endeavor to avoid it in the future, I’m just not sure what you’re referring to)
Dana: (“For almost ten whole minutes you’re certain you can take no more… crashing down at once.”. Again, if you want to, say, make me edge, let there be some back and forth with it, instead of just taking charge of the whole thing.)
Anya: (You got it! And thanks for elaborating.)
I smile and my spell unravels, the magick dispersing and my extra arms fade away. “Nyah-nya, messy messy. I’ll clean up and bring you a towel.” I start by gathering up my clothes from earlier and slip my amulet back over my head. At once and with a loud pop, my new catgirl form is replaced by the femboy I had been when I took it off. I breathe a somewhat exasperated, “Whoo! I’m glad that inevitably happened.” I stretch and turn around to face you giving you a reassuring loo, “I’m a wizard. We ALWAYS have contingencies for these kind of things. Always. Don’t worry though, I’m not mad, and I will take this off momentarily, so you can have your pet catgirl back soon. Fortunately my astral self was able to plant the idea to put this thing back on when I cast the spell. Lemmie get you that towel.” I walk off to my room with my dirty clothes. The display on the Master PC program hasn’t changed, according to it, I should still be a catgirl bimbo. I call out from the hall, “And don’t bother trying to change me again while I have this on. Technically this is Temporal Magick; I’m essentially my past self, and the present cannot effect the past.” I come back with several clean towels and hand you one while I throw the rest on the floor. “One last thing,” I point to my amulet, “if when I take this off you try to hide it, you will piss me off a little. Also know that it was a gift from my grandmother and by her magick will always find me. Not that I think you actually would, just, kind of an FYI.”
Dana: “Oh, Ty…” I laugh. “You may not be aware, but remember that I have my own magick. And unlike you…” I smirk, pointing and zapping your amulet wordlessly. “Thanks to this thing I’m not bound by incantations, my skill is no great.” The ancient enchantment is severed, now if I took it from you you would have no recourse unless I decided to make you back into Ty. “Blame your slutty side for not thinking that outburst through all the way.”
Anya: I smirk back, your attempt at severing my grandmother’s magick just wastes mana as the enchantment automatically reforms itself, “First of all, this isn’t my only fail-safe. Second while you do have magick of your own that’s just what you had before, what’s different now is that you have an astounding reservoir of mana. I am staggered and in awe of it. But an enormous pile or mana does not mastery of the arcane make. Look, I don’t want to squabble. Like I said I’m not mad, quite the opposite in fact. Today has been astoundingly hot, and I absolutely want to go back. Being your pet is, well it’s fulfilling, it’s like being loved in a way I’ve never known, I have no intention of trading that in, even to get my mind back. But you need to be reasonable, I need to continue to exist occasionally, keep up appearances, ya know. Master PC has impressive power to warp reality, but even that can’t make everyone I know forget I exist or remember me as I wasn’t. So when I have to go out and do Ty stuff, like go to work, or class, or visit my family, I will do so as such, and the second I get back home…” I remove the amulet and once again transform instantly with a pop. I wiggle excitedly, “Ny-nya, I’ll be me again.”
Dana: “Alright, then.” I nod in understanding. “Now, then, c’mere and cuddle me!” I grin, jumping onto the bed and waiting for you.
Anya: “Nya-nya!” I leap int your arms and cuddle with gusto, purring contentedly.
(This has been an astounding scene. But TBH I’m kinda out of ideas where to take it. We’ve kinda reached the end of what we’ve discussed and planned for. Where should we take this next?)
Dana: (Nipple fucking, turning you into a slime, tentacles, me into a succubus, ect)
Anya: (Ooohh, all kinds of fun. I’ll let you take the lead then. Would you be opposed to a time skip being interjected here? This just kinda seems like a good place to end the chapter so to speak. I mean I wanna keep playing, but ya know for story sake I think some time should pass.)
Dana: (Yeah, time skip, And perhaps we could include cloning, too.)
Anya: (Oh, yeah, I’m not against cloning. Who do we copy?)
Dana:(Both of us, at different times.)
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And there you have it, folks, the very first official entry of the ongoing story How I Turned Into a Harem. And as I said, we’re still making more of it, honestly we’re so far ahead at this point, that it’s been nice to come back and retrace our humble beginnings. Dana has even put together a discord server where we’ll continue to play this out for as long as we both remain interested, and, of course, you can catch the continued publications here on my blog. Hope you all enjoyed, there’s plenty more where that came from.